. My Gut Told Me to Go Home. I Wish I Hadn’t.

My Gut Told Me to Go Home. I Wish I Hadn’t.

My fiancé takes care of my 9 months daughter when I go to work. Mainly he’s a stay home dad, a friend to our next door neighbor which is also my friend (though I met her through him) he would hang out with her from time to time while I was working or we would all hang out on weekends. He even hooked her up with one of his friends.
I wasn’t worried about him doing anything with her because she was not attractive and I actually trusted him and didn’t think he is st)pid enough to lose me. Last week my baby sister graduated high school. He didn’t want to go so before I left I packed the baby’s diaper bag and said my goodbyes to him, his friend, and her whom were all hanging out at the house. When I got across town, I didn’t have a parking pass and had to park block and blocks down the street. Well, I made the mistake of not bringing a stroller so I couldn’t walk this mile. I had finally found a parking spot at. I called my mom and told her I’d meet them at the restaurant after and headed home to change. Once I hit the highway, something in my gut told me to speed up and rush home.
When I finally reached home, 3 little kids (her young kids) were knocking at my door, I looked around and noticed his friends car was no longer there so it only meant one thing. They were in there alone and obviously “busy” I left my car running (where my sleeping baby girl was) told the kids to go sit in my car ( 3 feets away) and quickly but very quietly, I opened the door, there on the living room floor lay my neighbor n&ked from the waist down and him jumping off Olof her while pulling his pants up. She then quickly sat up and laid back saying “where am I” I quickly changed my mind and punched her in the face while he watched in horror. That wasn’t my first thought but she insulted my intelligence. I turned ad left, signaling for her kids to get out my car and wait for mommy to come out.
When I returned a couple of hours later, the police, the ambulance and a s forensic van sat in the apartment complex right in front of my home. Not only did she call the police but she also said she was dru gged. I told the police office although I disliked him now, the truth was the truth. They were having consensual s/ /x and have been drinking before I left to go the graduation. The forensic team also confirmed she was not dr/ / gged after running some test on her and the liquor bottles immediately. She has been begging for my forgiveness and said she had just been drinking too much and made a terrible mistake. 

What should I do?
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